DUNGEON by TRACK TALENT Lyrics
The vanities her marker
Man why dare
No balcony but
She colder than the night air (she cold)
Her strategies stay sharper
Never fight fair
Rich family she ain’t fucking
With no ride share
I swear
Started making out in the kitchen
Barely got inside the door
Taking layers off is her mission
Scatter those around the floor
Thinking she could pay my tuition
Every tag say Chanel, Dior
Don’t second guess my permission
Show me what you got in store
She insane, twisted brain
This might just be my last game
She insane, Mistress Pain
On me, no I can’t cast blame
Take me down to your dungeon
Take me down to your dungeon
Red room for the red rum
Scared of what’s in your head hun
Red room for the redrum
Scared of what’s in your head hun
Her fantasies way darker
Than your nightmare
Grip me tight tear
My new off white wear (it's cold)
Just tragedies no martyr
With my hair
Rich family told me
Come out too her timeshare
Charter me a flight where
And I will hit it right there
Started making out with some friction
Moving down the corridor
Keep close all breathe no vision
Read Braille like your contour
Ropes chains locks I’m in prison
Got me shaking down to the core
Kinda wishing that you didn’t listen
When I asked what you had in store
She insane, twisted brain
This might just be my last game
She insane, Mistress Pain
Should’ve used my fake last name
Take me down to your dungeon
Take me down to your dungeon
Red room for the red rum
Scared of what’s in your head hun
Red room for the redrum
Scared of what’s in your head hun
She insane, twisted brain
Take me down to your dungeon
She insane, Mistress Pain
Take me down to your dungeon
Man why dare
No balcony but
She colder than the night air (she cold)
Her strategies stay sharper
Never fight fair
Rich family she ain’t fucking
With no ride share
I swear
Started making out in the kitchen
Barely got inside the door
Taking layers off is her mission
Scatter those around the floor
Thinking she could pay my tuition
Every tag say Chanel, Dior
Don’t second guess my permission
Show me what you got in store
She insane, twisted brain
This might just be my last game
She insane, Mistress Pain
On me, no I can’t cast blame
Take me down to your dungeon
Take me down to your dungeon
Red room for the red rum
Scared of what’s in your head hun
Red room for the redrum
Scared of what’s in your head hun
Her fantasies way darker
Than your nightmare
Grip me tight tear
My new off white wear (it's cold)
Just tragedies no martyr
With my hair
Rich family told me
Come out too her timeshare
Charter me a flight where
And I will hit it right there
Started making out with some friction
Moving down the corridor
Keep close all breathe no vision
Read Braille like your contour
Ropes chains locks I’m in prison
Got me shaking down to the core
Kinda wishing that you didn’t listen
When I asked what you had in store
She insane, twisted brain
This might just be my last game
She insane, Mistress Pain
Should’ve used my fake last name
Take me down to your dungeon
Take me down to your dungeon
Red room for the red rum
Scared of what’s in your head hun
Red room for the redrum
Scared of what’s in your head hun
She insane, twisted brain
Take me down to your dungeon
She insane, Mistress Pain
Take me down to your dungeon